The Hitchhiker

Late one evening, you're driving down a long stretch of Highway 7, on your way to rest at a small roadside motel, when you spot a figure of a person in the distance along the shoulder. It's hard to tell from this distance, but it seems like their hand is out and their thumb is up; a hitchhiker. You figure that after several hours of driving solo, spending a few miles in conversation with a world traveler could be fun for you and helpful for them. As you pull up beside the figure to offer assistance, you see that it's an attractive, petite brunette woman wearing a tank top, tennis shoes, and denim shorts. As you approach, the woman looks over at you and gives a smile that could melt the coldest heart. What is someone like this doing out here?

"Where you heading?", you ask through your rolled-down passenger window.

"As far as you'll take me!", she responded with squinted eye, inadvertently looking into the direction of the sunset.

"Hope in! I can take you down the road a few miles.", you reply.

The woman opens the rear passenger door to place her backpack in the back of your SUV before taking her seat in the front. As she sits, you take notice of her deep brown eyes looking at you when she says with energetic confidence, "Thank you so much! I really hope I'm about done walkin' for today. I'm Kylie, what's your name?"